Story of an "Unemployed" Champion and a Princess Who Together Find Their Happiness

Run. Run. Run.

Shaking her long red hair, she ran alone in the darkness of the night.

It's a great way to get to know the people around you.

"Ha, ha, ......, ah, ha.

I'm not sure what to do.

The merchant guards are devastated. There's no one to drive the wagon at this time.

I should have at least learned how to be a manager, I should have trained my body a little, but if I had the time, I would have put it all into my work as a manager.

She dismissed it as inane and kept running.

Her destination was the Klingbloom residence.

There's a man there who can handle a monster like that.

And there's the Lord Treasurer who can make a move even in this situation.

I gritted my teeth.

Again. I can't do this by myself.

Even though I know it's my profession, it always makes me sick to my stomach.

No matter how much you say you trust me. No matter how much money I hand over to keep them in line.

It doesn't matter how much money you hand over.

The only way you can help people is to stay out of their way and turn your back on the fire.

Is that helping in the first place? Can we call it contribution?

I'd be better off without you. That's all I'm saying.

How can you trust someone like that?

That's why it's about money. Money is the only way to connect with people. No, you can't.

She's not like my sister who's lonely.

She's not lonely, she's just lonely.

No matter how hard she tries, people won't trust her, so she just doesn't expect it from the start.

Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. 　

--How many times have I bitten into my helplessness?

I won't forget. I can't forget.

The first time I was aware of my helplessness was when I was only three years old.

My mother and I were thrown out of the house as a sign of infidelity, and a ring was put around our necks and we were sent away.

It was on that day that I had my first name change. My new name was number 23.

She could only stare at her mother, who had been raped and slaughtered before her eyes in a place where she had been bought with money.

All she could do was watch as her parents screamed and died to protect their children.

--How many times had she bitten into her helplessness?

How many times have I felt helpless?

In a city that looked like an abandoned garbage dump, they spent years struggling just to survive today.

"I didn't know in detail what kind of talent it was to be a manager.

My mother told me that I was good at selling and buying things. I tried selling flowers in the neighborhood.

"Hey, what are you kids doing here?

You're in my way and you stink.

"Die, you little shit.

I want to go to .......

Stop it.

Why .......

Somebody help me.

Somebody help me.

Kicking a baby girl in the head is just an extension of the game.

Five and a bit. It's natural for a child of that age to be helpless against violence. But that's the world to her then.

She spent her days lying on the street like a rag, exposed and abandoned to the malice of these people who used her as a tool for revenge and diversion.

--No one would help her.

Oh, the power. You need power to survive.

If you buy and sell things honestly, they get taken from you.

--This is where her talent as a manager began.

"Hey. You like kids, don't you?

The one who contacted her was a boy who was considered dangerous in the area.

Relying on the rumor that he had a keen eye for young children, I confronted him head on with eyes that were burning with lust.

I'll do whatever you want with me, so just do what I say.

In exchange for everything she had, she got the power.

For the first time, the corners of her mouth twisted in pleasure.

Some time after that day. The dangerous woman in control of this dumpster, the redhead, as they began to call her. Which, come to think of it, was the second time I changed my name.

--How many times have I bitten into my helplessness?

Scams, racketeering, mugging, murder. I've done it all.

In order to survive, she only cares about other people.

She continued to control this city, relying only on her occupation as "manager".

Betrayal and escape, recrimination and contempt, she crushed back any malice.

I learned the hard way that in the end, people are just like brats who only care about their own greed. So it was money. As long as you have money, you can do well.

There were plenty of "managers" around. I knew that I had to destroy them all to survive.

So I went all out, no matter how much they cursed me.

I went too far.

No matter how good I was at fighting in the underworld, once the power of the outside world appeared, the appropriate violent devices were waiting for me.

We struggled to survive, and that's all we did.

Military "cleanup". When she was targeted for extermination, she still managed to escape and survive.

Even then. In the face of greater power, she could do nothing but flee.

--How many times have I bitten into my helplessness?

When she was picked up by the head of the Orba Chamber of Commerce, she was as good as an outcast.

She remembers the food that was served to her without asking for anything in return so strongly that it still remains in her mouth.

When I told him I didn't have a name, he named me Beatrix, the same name as the abandoned cat that died the other day.

He told me that his dream was to make the Orba Trading Company bigger.

Then I'll make that wish come true.

There was no one in the business community who could stop her from getting serious.

But... That was just her being awesome, and it was the perfect excuse for the other executives to target the current chairman.

She couldn't defend him, and before she knew it, she lost the political battle and the chairman was assassinated.

--How many times have I bitten into my helplessness?

How many times have I felt helpless? It's the cheapest way to go.

--How many times have I bit down on my helplessness?

It's more than I thought.

That's not true. No matter how many times I'm broken, I just get up.

I'll live. I'll struggle. I'm not gonna die. I'm not going to please the many people who want me dead.

No matter how hard it is, no matter how frustrating, I'm not gonna die.

So...

"You can do whatever you want.

"...... So you don't care what they do to you when you might die?

"Well, I don't have any reason to want to live that badly.

"...... Oh, yeah. Then I'll sell you off.

There was no way I could understand a witch who had no reason to live.

"Don't you regret selling Corona?

"Oh, really?　You want me to apologize?

--I'll live. No matter how helpless I feel. No matter how helpless I feel.

I will never apologize. I don't like the witch. And I don't think I did anything wrong. My job is to sell what I can.

Because that's the only way a business owner can live.

--Klingbloom residence.

The door to the hall opened with a bang, drawing the attention of many people.

Standing there was a small woman with a hood over her head.

Futa and Ruri were the first two to notice who it was.

She ran, not caring that Ruri reacted with a start and hid behind Futa.

When Richter finally noticed her, he rushed over to Futa as well.

"Hey, why are you here?

While everyone else stared distantly at the circle formed by Richter, Futa, and the girl.

She replies, breathless, to Richter's words of various meanings.

"It's good security to be able to bribe someone for 200,000.

......?

It's a good idea to have a little bit of time to think about what you're going to do.

Pasta blatantly ignored Corona, who had suddenly appeared behind Futa, then looked at Futa and said.

"Headquarters has been attacked.

"What?　"Where's Ms. Wind?

"Prim is fighting back, but she's alone. Of course he's the target.

Oh, my God. If we don't...

I'm gonna die.

Huta tried to react to the words that were said without hesitation, but stopped.

If she didn't care, she wouldn't have come this far in such desperation. It's not like her to run while breathing uncontrollably.

If she told Futa that, she might be calculating that it would help Wind.

But I'm not sure I'd call that a calculation.

Besides.

"So...

That's what she was going to tell him straight away.

Her trembling lips turned into a scream, and a throat-breaking cry echoed through the hall.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Futa immediately recognized the voice as Ruri's, who had been told that her father might die. At the same time, she was clinging to Futa's legs.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ......!

Futa's expression turns grim, "Oh no!

She buried her face in Futa's waist and cried half-crazedly, and no one here could pull her out of the way.

However, from what I've heard, Wind's situation is on fire.

Prim once told me not to get lost.

But this is not the time to leave her with the emotional scars from her childhood.

Corona reached out to take Ruri in, but she refused to do so. Richter, with his difficult face, and the nobles around him, who had no choice but to move left and right.

Huta bit her lip, wondering what to do.

If she felt safe because Prim was fighting back, she wouldn't have come here in the first place.

She was here because she thought the situation required it.

But she couldn't leave Ruri like this.

"Stand up.

A moment. She grabbed Ruri up by the chest.

"Hey, Beato--

She stopped Huta with one hand and said, "Shut up.

I'm not sure what to say. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.

Stand up. You don't have time for this.

Beatrix's words stabbed into Ruri's tears without mercy.

This is not the way to treat a six-year-old. What would you do to a traumatized child?

"Beatrix, she's not ready...

"She's six, so what?　Life isn't so kind as to take a six-year-old for granted.

She interrupts Futa's words as if to cut him off.

The strength of her words, reminiscent of her sister's, had a strange persuasiveness, a weight to it.

It was as if she herself, at the age of six, had been exposed to the predicament.

It's...

But Beatrix didn't even glance at Huta, who held her tongue.

"Stand up. You can't get back what's important to you after you've lost it. But your father is still alive. Then what can you do?

Stay out of the way?

You're going to let a six-year-old make a choice that will stifle her emotions?

Everyone around him thought so.

Futa realized.

Sniffling, the corners of his mouth drooping in pain, he was on the verge of collapse. And yet, Ruri's tears had stopped.

--It was probably from fear.

She hates Beatrix. She hates Beatrix. She thinks she's scary and harsh and disgusting. That's what Luli said.

So it must be hard to hear her say something so cruel. It must hurt.

But... But still...

Ruri didn't look away from Beatrix.

Do what you have to do. You never know when you'll be alone. It could be today. Then do your best!

Her voice was hoarse.

I wonder why. Despite the fact that Ruri had stopped crying, Beatrix seemed to be getting more and more emotional.

It's as if the woman who told her that emotions were useless is now...

It's as if she's infatuated with Ruri, who is nothing more than an add-on to Wind.

"No one reaches out to the weak who just want to help!　Stand up if you don't want to be used as bait!

The voice sounded as if it had been dragged from a tight throat.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

She staggered as she suddenly let go of her hand.

A head-on cussing. The strong emotions riding on it.

Futa tries to support her as she takes it all in, but...

But Ruri was standing there, alone.

She was facing Beatrix head on.

"Do what you have to do. Do what you have to do. Do what you can for what you want.

He said in a rambling voice. A cold, stifled voice.

The heat that still reached us was no longer felt only by Ruri.

What heat?

A six-year-old girl.

To a girl who has something she doesn't want to lose.

To a girl who's about to kill her parents.

What does Beatrix see?

The answer just comes pouring out.

"You can't do this on your own.

--I can't do anything on my own.

All I can do is use people. There's a lot of competition. It's not a rare profession. In order to survive, you need solid skills, talent, and the knowledge to move people.

I was born into a royal family. I left home in a different way.

I had parents I didn't want to lose. A childhood I could do nothing about.

I couldn't live like this on my own, so I was assigned a career.

You're a businessman, you know.

A hand on both of Ruri's shoulders.

You're a manager." A hand on both of Ruri's shoulders, their eyes looking straight into each other's.

"Don't worry about it.

Beatrix's voice was unchanged.

Beatrix's voice was still the same, but the sadness was gone from her face.

Beatrix's words, even if they were cold and dismissive.

Beatrix's words conveyed only her feelings.

I'm not just a frightened child anymore.

At least you're learning more than I did when I was six.

"...... Yeah.

So.

--Don't bite the helpless hand that feeds you. Do what you can.

You'll be able to do it.

Ruri looked straight up at Futa.

"Brother Fou.

"What's ......?

You know what?

I'm not sure what you're looking for.　Something you'd trade your life for.

I guess so. If Ruri smiles a lot, I'll be happy.

I understand. If Ruri smiles a lot, I'll be happy!

"What can I get to help me?

"I'm sorry.

I'll give you whatever you want. You have a lot of power, don't you?　Tell me what you want most. In exchange, you'll stay with me.

Money is not the only reward. For what you want, give the person you're moving what they want most.

That's what she taught me as a manager, and that's what's engraved in the textbook.

It was certainly alive and well in Ruri.

A lot. I'll give you lots of laughs.

"Yes.

"Yes," she said slowly, still unable to control her expression.

He smiled as best he could at Futa, who nodded.

You have to help me, Dad.

"Yeah, I got it.

He put his hand on her head.

The first thing I did was to look at my eyes. The first corner of the eye is blurred.

The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes.

The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes.

The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes.

"Well, okay. Childishness is a powerful weapon of compassion.

"Can't you be a little more honest in your praise?

Huta shakes her head in disbelief and walks away.

A voice on his back.

"Wait, Huta.

"Mr. Richter?

I've sent Mion to get a horse. It's a little faster.

No, I'd rather run than ride in a carriage.

He was about to say that it would be faster to run, when a voice came from behind him.

Don't worry. Don't worry, it's not a carriage, it's a horse. "Don't worry, it's not a carriage, it's a horse. In the name of 'commander', I will guide you to your destination as fast as possible."

Mr. Mion.

That's it. Go ahead, Hooter.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you.

What? You owe this woman for that.

"Hey, .......

I'm not sure what to make of this.

The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes.

The first time you look at your eyes, you'll see that they're still there.

I'm not sure what to make of it. You're the one who gave it to me.

I'm sure you're right. But ...... you mean Ruri.

"Oh, .......

Beatrix Pasta threw her gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow, poking the underside of her cheek with her tongue in an annoyed manner.

Nothing," he spat. Then he tells Futa.

"You might help me if I asked you to. But only if you can afford it and you happen to know this guy. He's going to have to live with a lot of people who don't meet either of those criteria.

"Yeah.

So," she continued.

"A career is the only advantage the ...... world can offer a helpless child.

This is because he himself has been able to live his life relying only on it.

This is the only thing that you can rely on.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea.

But no. No, it's not.

"Futa-sama!

A voice said.

I turned around to see Korona holding Ruri in her arms, looking at her with her usual smile.

I'll take care of Ruri.　Futa-sama is in charge of the father!

I don't like the idea of being in charge of my father. ......

Futa's expression relaxed with just that one word.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand.

You'll be fine, Futa-sama. I'll bring my father back!

I'll bring my father back!

Hey, hey, don't be stupid.

Ruri's going to be all right.

She made sure of that.

I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that.

"Shall we go now, Mr. Futa?

Please.

I let out a breath and ran.

There was already a horse at the door.

"Just now.

Mion grabbed the reins and muttered a question.

You looked so mysterious. Are you all right?

Oh, no.

It was none of Mion's business.

I'm sure you'll be glad to know that I'm not the only one who's a bit of a jerk.

Those two sisters...

"Man is not a slave to his profession.

They are incompatible in a fatal way.